We're All Made From Broken Parts

The Clockmaker sighed wiping sweat from his brow. He was working diligently yet he was having trouble perfecting his newest project. The job was the same as usual but he was always trying to make each creation perfect, he never succeeded. After all, how could he make a perfect being from these old broken parts. But he had used up all of his fresh parts generations ago. Perhaps it was time to stop working for a while.
The Clockmaker got up walking through his workspace. It was filled with piles and piles of gear and broken parts. It was all organized in such a way that an average person who didn’t work there would never guess at it’s neatness. But The Clockmaker loved his system, after all, he had had all of time to perfect it. As he walked along, his laboratory changed, instead of the piles of gears there were many other things, piles of what looked like skin fur and hair, eyes and organs as well. For, you see The Clockmaker didn’t make clocks. Long ago he had, and he had made the most detailed and perfect clock’s ever found, The Clockmakers clock’s never broke. But now, The Clockmaker made creaturs, after all, someone had to.
The Clockmaker heard a bell ringing and realized it was time to go collect the old broken parts. He left his laboratory, walking down the long spiral staircase that led outside. He walked quickly, the building towering behind him as he walked to the Deathyard. Here creatures left their dead and every night at midnight The Clockmaker walked down to the Deathyard and collected the body’s taking them back to his laboratory. There he would take them apart, pulling each of the pieces out, fixing the broken parts, and recycling them to be later turned into a new being,, what he made only depended upon how many were alive of each species, but he loved making foxes the most. They were the closest he had come to a perfect species.
The fox was sly and quick, his fur sleek and beautiful. The fox was the first creature he created that walked on four limbs, it had been a mistake to even try making beings with two leg’s it was so clumsy and awkward after all. But it had been vanity, wishing to make a species that looked like him, after all this was a lonely world, but it was better since The Clockmaker had decided to use his skills to create other creatures. But they never spoke to him, they would pray to him and bow to him, but he simply wished for someone to befriend him. The Clockmaker hoped, that if he created the perfect creature, that it would stay with him unlike all the others, that had left. But he was beginning to lose hope, after all how could he create the perfect being when all he had was broken parts.